1. Lo, how a Rose e'er bloom- ing from ten- der stem hath sprung! Of Jes- se's lin- eage com- ing, as men of old have sung. It came, a flow'r- et bright, a- mid the cold of win- ter, When half spent was the night.

2. Is- ai- ah 'twas fore- told it, the Rose I have in mind; With Mar- y we be- hold it, the vir- gin mo- ther kind. To show God's love a- right, she bore to men a Sa- vior, When half spent was the night.

3. The shep- herds heard the sto- ry pro- claimed by an- gels bright, How Christ, the Lord of glor- y was born on earth this night. To Beth- le- hem they sped and in the man- ger found Him, As an- gel her- alds said.

4. This Flow'r, whose fra- grance ten- der with sweet- ness fills the air, Dis- pels with glor- ious splen- dor the dark- ness ev- ery- where; True Man, yet ve- ry God, from sin and death He saves us, And light- ens ev- 'ry load.

5. O Sa- vior, Child of Ma- ry, who felt our hu- man woe, O Sa- vior, King of glo- ry, who dost our weak- ness know; Bring us at length we pray, to the bright courts of Hea- ven, And to the end- less day!